by Atul Chandra Sarkar
Nor could I
Call her near;
Nor could I
Call her dear;
What if I
Lost her for good?
I'd lose my way
In the worldly wood.
We went together
Where ever we went,
Days together
We happily spent.
Face to face,
Side by side,
In parks together
Or by the lakeside;
Our silences
We abruptly broke,
And in silences
We often spoke.
We thought we knew
Each other very well,
Yet our love for the other
We could not tell.
Strange are the ways
Of love O dear,
It hides within
Just out of fear.
And on the top of it
My city's courtesy:
"First you, first you",
Shrivels the rose,
Evaporates the dew.
For the joy of the other,
Everything we do,
But shy away in saying:
I love you.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Double Post Graduate in Philosophy and Sociology and LLB degree-holder, a Gold Medalist from Canning College, University of Lucknow, U.P. India. Presently engaged as Advisor (Industrial Relations) and Public Information Officer (Corporate) at Uttar Pradesh Rajya Vidyut Utpadan Nigam Ltd., Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh, India and is a Guest Faculty at Electricity Training Institute, Sarojini Nagar, Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh on the Right to Information Act, 2005. An Advocate registered with the Bar Council. Articles, poems and short stories have been published in popular National dailies like Pioneer, Northern India Patrika, Times of India, Campus Verse, Shaktivani, etc. A Blogger at Times of India's speakingtree and having a flair for oil painting. A democratic, liberal and humanist to the core.
Last updated June 29, 2016